Chapter 716: Lord of the Great Northwest Alliance

The latest website: Jiaoshan's meaning is very simple and clear, they are going to die anyway, and it has nothing to do with whether they make a move.

Hearing the sound, the Jiao clan always took a look at Jiaoshan, why didn't they see that the guy in front of him was so cruel before.

His thoughts were similar to Jiaoshan's. The demon clan brought large soldiers to attack. Taking the divided northwest land as an example, it was simply impossible to hold back the demon soldiers.

But if someone finds out that Jiaoshi secretly reported to the Yaozu, this problem will be serious.

The Jiao family has been passed down in the Fenghu Mountains for thousands of years, but it is not a clan that seals the mountain and does not have any contact with the outside world. Although the Jiao family is a hidden family, it is still known by the surrounding uncles and some powerful warriors in the northwest of.

This kind of behavior of tipping off to the Yaozu is completely an act of infamy.

Of course, it's okay to have a bad smell for thousands of years. As long as the Jiao family can return to the Tianlong Holy Land and wash their blood in the holy pool of the ancestral land, they will become the Tianlong family.

"Clan elder, this is our last chance."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitant and unsure of making a decision, Jiao Shan whispered.

Even a small urchin can clearly distinguish the difference between returning to the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land and hiding in the mountains to fend for itself.

"it is good."

In the end, the elders of the Jiao clan still made up their minds. The Jiao clan has been silent for too long, this time they cannot return to their ancestral land, and it will be even more difficult to go back in the future.

"You go to the Pinggu Wasteland to meet the leader of the Yaozu in person. Be careful not to reveal your origin."

Speaking of this, the voice of the elders of the Jiao clan sank, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Use the skin of the Bianhuang Cave Heaven Holy Land, now in the battle of Bianhuang Luck, several big caves are competing for luck, we are six miles away from here." The cave is the closest, so you use the skin of the six flood caves."

"I see."

Jiao Shan nodded, and the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, which has the inheritance of the dragon clan's divine blood, even though their bloodlines have declined and they have been away from the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land for a long time, it is still possible to stimulate the battle blood and reveal a faint dragon power.

As for blaming the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons, there is no burden at all. Anyway, this kind of thing,

The Six Flood Dragon Holy Land has done it before. This kind of cooperation with other races, there are only two differences. Cooperation once and cooperation countless times, both represent betrayal of one's own race.

"Go."

Watching Jiaoshan leave, the elder of the Jiao clan was still a little worried, so he summoned Jiaohe who was practicing in the settlement via sound transmission.

"Clan elder."

"You go to the ancient city of Qingteng to check again, remember to be careful, bring the sacred dragon clothes that are treasured by the clan, and pay attention to restraining your breath."

"Yes, I'm going right now."

Soon, in the settlement of the Jiao clan, a dragon with black and blue head like a python rushed out, soaring through the clouds and fog in the mountains, just like a real dragon.

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Three days later, the nameless mountain stream.

At this moment, a fixed star post has been temporarily established in this mountain and field, and it has been connected with the Great Xia Clan. The ashes of the wounded soldiers of the previous clans and the soldiers of the war meteor have been escorted back to the Great Xia with the magic treasure of the cave. city.

A large number of resources such as armor, food and grass have been brought in, and the soldiers of various ethnic groups under the command of Zidian and Jumu have also been reorganized. For this reason, Xia Tuo has transferred several generals from Zhenjiang and Tianbing Palace come.

It can be said that this army of 700,000 soldiers has nothing to do with Zidian and Jumu.

People belong to you, Daxia admits, as for the command, it is exempted.

Zi Wuxiao and Mu Qingyun, also under the escort of Xun Fenghou and Fat Brother respectively, invited the chiefs of the Bo clan who were previously stranded in their respective tribes to this unnamed mountain range.

These chiefs of the Bo tribe are all in the first level of supernatural powers, and the highest one is only the peak of the first level.

In fact, the clan leaders of the Zidian and Jumu clans were only in the Faxiang Realm. They were able to be promoted to the Holy Realm in just a few decades, thanks to the Cave Heaven Holy Land.

To be honest, Xia Tuo didn't think much of the boss of the Bo clan who came here. If you want to say that there are more than ten supernatural powers in the first level of the supernatural powers, there are more than ten supernatural powers under Da Xia's command, and there is no shortage of supernatural powers.

However, compared with the tribal clans, the Great Xia Supernatural Realm Zhenjiang has one status missing. Although they are both in the first level of supernatural powers, the leaders of each tribe are the masters of one part, and they have the name of being in charge of one side.

The vast land in the northwest depends on the Bobu to rule the land. Over the years, the stability of the Northwest is due to the Zhubobu's sitting in the place.

Of course, Bobu sits in one side and enjoys the geographical advantages produced by one side of the land. Naturally, he is also responsible for guarding the land. The power of the world is determined by drinking and pecking.

The lords who came to the nameless mountain stream were all very cautious. Such a situation must be the fault of the Holy Land.

Take the uncles of Dihuang and Yuanshui as an example. In recent days, the Xiangxiang tribe has been wiped out without warning, and no one in the whole family has escaped.

Then they, along with the direct descendants of the clan, were arbitrarily taken captive by warriors from the Uncle Long's Holy Land to the Uncle Zidian tribal land, where they had to pray devoutly every day for the Holy Land of Uncle Long, and were beaten at every turn.

Zi Wuxiao was beaten every day and every day, and was abused by the Longbo tribe warriors. It can be said that they are a group of brothers in need.

Everyone, don't let the eldest brother make fun of the second brother, they are all hard-working people, and they are known as the uncle who sits in the northwest. Who can imagine what kind of life this is.

In the big tent, Xia Tuo looked at the uncles of the Yuanshui and Dihuang tribes, and clearly felt that the two were in a trance. What kind of torture method did Longbo Holy Land use to make all the powerful people in the supernatural powers like this? up.

Fortunately, to deal with the demon soldiers at this moment, he didn't even think about letting the uncles of the uncles take action. Thanks to this, he looked around the big tent with his eyes and swept over the uncles. Except for Uncle Yu, all the uncles were in good spirits not too good.

"Uncle Yu, sit up."

Xia Tuo made a sound so that Zi Wuxiao could see clearly that he was originally sitting on the left side of Xia Tuo's hand, but now he stood up and said, "Uncle Yu is an old senior, please take a seat."

Zi Wuxiao got up by himself, and sat down next to Mu Qingyun on the right side under Mu Qingyun.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, this is true, Zi Wuxiao is also very worried now, let alone the matter of getting rid of the Holy Land of Longbo, does his family still have a previous patriarch?

He is very clear about how he came to be the patriarch.

Difficult!

Uncle Yu was also polite, and took a seat at the top on the left side of Xia Tuo.

"The matter is urgent, and the camp has been set up hastily, everyone should take care of it."

Then, Xia Tuo said aloud, the temporary big tent is not too simple, there are animal skins on the ground floor, everyone has soft cushions, and there is a wooden table in front of them.

While talking, Xia Tuo's eyes scanned the people in the big tent again, and it was the first time he met several Bo tribe leaders in the big tent.

The leader of the dragon fish clan was wearing a silver-white robe embroidered with golden fish patterns, which was of exquisite texture. He was about 300 years old and looked middle-aged, looking very calm.

Xinghai Bobu Xing Wuji, who looks like a young man, has just passed a hundred years old. With the support of the Jumu clan more than ten years ago, he was promoted to the supernatural power realm.

Uncle Yanshen is also a martial artist who practiced the Dao of Fire. The Tianyan spear method passed down in the family is rumored to have been born out of a retro-ancient method. When it reaches the Dacheng state, it can have 30% of the power of the retro-ancient method.

The Lords of the Yan Gods of all generations wanted to surpass their ancestors, go back to the source, and extend the Tianyan spear method to the ancient realm, but unfortunately things failed, and the luck of the Yan God Clan seemed to have yet to come.

Uncle Di Huang was also a middle-aged man, wearing a black tight-fitting war robe with a divine tripod embroidered on his chest.

Uncle Yuanshui is a middle-aged man, but he is not young. He is already more than six hundred years old. This old man exists, and he clearly told everyone that sometimes age is not a big advantage. Also very important.

Since then, most of the masters of the Bobu in the northwest land have gathered in this small nameless mountain range.

"Everyone, I'm here today for one thing, to resist the demon clan!"

Xia Tuo opened his mouth, and then said: "As the alliance leader of the northwest tribes, I, Daxia, the helm of luck recognized by the will of heaven and earth, and the herdsmen on behalf of the sky, of course I will not let me resist the monster race."

It's a pity that, except for Uncle Yu's eyes that shone brightly, the rest of the lords didn't respond much to his words.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo couldn't help showing a wry smile, feeling that the words he had prepared were all in vain, and the blind man was wasting money in lighting the lamp, and he had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't count the Lords of the Northwest, who were devastated by the Holy Land of the Cave Heaven .

Looking at the big tent, the uncles who represent the Mushou side in the northwest don't even have a single opponent.

Of course, he didn't convene this meeting for the sake of making a living, but for Daxia to get a careless title. With these uncles around, if Daxia is held together, then what Daxia represents is the entire Northwest Wasteland.

Since everyone looks like they are following Da Xia, Xia Tuo is too lazy to talk.

Swallow blood to form an alliance, burn incense and sacrifice to heaven.

From now on, you can hang out with Daxia.

Since he couldn't show his prestige within himself, Xia Tuo could only take the next best thing and put Liwei on the head of the Yaozu.

In this kind of scenario, there are gains and losses for Daxia, the interior is stable, and he can naturally defend with all his strength. The same Zhubo's main battle strength may have dropped a bit, and it may be overwhelmed to recruit them to deal with the Yaozu.

Fortunately, Xia Tuo was prepared for this point. He didn't trust them at first, so he didn't plan to use these people at the beginning. Now it's all right, most of the uncles have been crippled under the torture of the Holy Land.

All in all, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages for Daxia after the Yaozu is repelled.

"Master Xia, apart from Zidian and Jumu, the rest of the uncles may be embarrassing."

In the tent, after everyone left, only Xia Tuo and Yu Bo were left, Yu Bo said in a deep voice.

On the topic of dealing with the monster clan, there is nothing to say. The human and monster clans are blood feuds. If the monster clan enters the northwest, no matter which tribe it is, it will be ruined.

"It's okay, I have a plan."